goodness.
that inspiration to blog is gone.
and where do i start.


difficulty, challenge.
thats what draws and devours.
but simultaneously.
there's a derivation of fun.
on so many occasions.
the feeling of white flags sets in.
waiting to pull me down under.
then again.
its just a game.


read my lips.
i spell effort.
thereafter.
lay back and smell the flowers.
hold tight before i run away.


i live i breathe i let it rain on me
i sleep i wake i try hard not to break
why do you see right through me.

perfection at 1:47 PM